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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
[Loki/Reader] Wake Up, Dammit!
A/N: I've decided to write this lil' crackfic because...reasons.
"____, go fetch Loki, would you?"
You groaned, "Can't you get Thor to do it? They're brothers, after all."
"Yeah, but you and Reindeer Games are practically a couple," Tony chimed in.
"Not true!" you jumped up from the spot on the couch where you sat.
You pulled back your arm, ready to punch him, but then decided against it.
"Whatever," you mumbled, walking towards Loki's room.
Ever since you had joined the Avengers, you had been treated like an intern, always doing jobs that other people didn't feel like doing.
You sometimes wondered if they kept you around for your mutant healing factor and amazing strength, or if it was to run their errands.
Finally, you reached the room you set out for, and knocked.
At first it started out soft, but when you got no response, you pounded on the door.
Still, you got nothing.
"Loki!" you called.
Yet again, silence.
What if he was hurt?
Or he could
Hanji x Imaginary!Reader: Best Friends, Right?(Modern AU! Based on this prompt: http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/94455352526/imagine-that-person-a-of-your-otp-was-severely
With a little bit of added AU!)
Hanji was not the most likeable kid. Well, she wasn’t the most normal kid, that was a given. Unlike the other girls in town, she liked to explore, get her hands dirty and act like boy. So you could tell that she probably wasn’t going to be the most popular kid. Hanji really didn’t have a problem with that, though she wouldn’t mind at least one friend, a person she could talk to and confide to.
So I think you could imagine that Hanji was the subject to some bullying. Well, maybe not some, a lot, actually. From the time she started school at the age of 5, sometimes she would come home all dirtied up from being pushed down, sometimes it was her drawings that would be dirtied or ripped. But through all of this she tried to keep a smile, but even someone as strong as her could break. After 2 years of relentless
Suicidal!Levi x Reader- Black Orchid
(Warning: Mentions Suicidal thoughts and actions)
(AN: I advise that 'ee open a new tab and listen to Black Orchid- Blue October while reading)
Have you ever been so lonely,
No one there to hold?
Pull me in or disown me,
And then climb inside.
My arms are open wide.
Have a look inside.
I don't want this. Not anymore. I don't want to be here, constantly face to face with death it's self. The deaths of countless others leave such a heavy burden on my back that i feel unable to go on with this surreal weight. In my hand, with this loaded gun, i hold peace and relief. I'll soon depart from the material world and find something better beyond all fear and sadness, away from the carnage that stains my eyes on a daily basis.
It is not that I am scared to learn,
Why I'm empty inside.
hold my hand or show some concern,
If I live or die.
My eyes are open wide.
Help me look inside.
I know that I am not alone. I k
Daggers and Jewels (Gaius x Thief!Reader)
Sometimes, you wonder if you have a bona-fide addiction.
With hardly-shaking fingers, gemstones, gold billions and all manner of loot are systematically stuffed into the many pockets lining your clothing, inside your jacket and anywhere else they can conceivably fit. This castle is small and doesn't seem to have as many guards as the norm, but that doesn't mean you're willing to chance it. As it is, your knees are already beginning to cramp from crouching beside this large chest positively bursting with goodies. Really, if they don’t want things to get stolen, maybe they shouldn’t keep all their goodies in such an obvious hiding place? You didn't bring a sack- they tend to be noisy once full and if you don't make a quick getaway, then you're dead meat.
Of course, if you leave with no treasure, then death would be preferable.
A sudden rustling interrupts your train of thought, and you immediately whip around, a dagger hidden up your sleeve appearing in your hand so quickly,
Who Says - Calliope x Reader (The Song)I wouldn't wanna be anybody else, hey
I peer around the doorframe, hearing the first line of a human song, and as I see (y/n) singing her heart out, grinning ear to ear, I can't help but smile the same infectious smile.
You made me insecure,
Told me I wasn’t good enough.
But who are you to judge
When you’re a diamond in the rough?
I’m sure you got some things
You’d like to change about yourself.
But when it comes to me
I wouldn’t want to be anybody else.
"Hey, Calliope," At the sound out the dragged out 'hey', I lift my head from my drawing to be greeted by Roxy. "You wroking on some art? Working. Anywray, this is (y/n). Aynway. Anyway. Fuck."
I avert my attention from the drunk human, and see a girl behind her with (h/c) hair that looks like it belongs to one of those supermodels, gorgeous (e/c) eyes and a pretty smile. She would be a joy to draw, but I can't help but feel a little jealous at her beauty, whilst I
CM: Everything We Could Ever Want [SuiKina]An expecting couple, given the circumstances, were usually a euphoric one. They had not only found each other, the one true person to complete their lives and make them happier than any fairy tale or story could dare convey, but they were now going to bring a bundle- their bundle- into the world.
The child would be small; perhaps with long, dark locks, beautiful porcelain skin, a button nose, its father’s eyes or its mother’s dimples. Its first smile would be one so moving, the parents wouldn’t dare look away for even a moment. Yes, Hyuuga Kina could only smile to herself as she imagined the small bundle growing inside of her, ready to take on the world with its first breath.
This world, however, was a very different one than the peaceful, jovial worlds of the tall tales. There would be no time to forget the events around them, the constant need for sacrifice, the pain and devastation instilled on the people around her. This was the life of a shinobi. Sh
Love Is Infinite [14/100]"Lii, please. We don't have to do this. We can stay."
"To hell with them Aea. If they aren't going to let me be who I am. Then I'd rather die out there than stay here at home pretending."
"The galaxy is a dangerous place."
"Only to the weak and the poor. And please! I wouldn't just run away without a plan."
"You're not very good at plans."
"Everyone's got to start somewhere."
"Well, we don't even have a ship."
"Really?" Liixa smiles with her white teeth glistening obnoxious.
There's a rumble overhead, like dense thunder growling, and Aeasi gasps, "how'd you get a cruiser?"
"Stole it," Liixa grins, waving at the red and white cruiser above.
"And it let you?" Aeasi tightens her grip on her bag, trembling. Maybe it was because of the cold around them or maybe it was because this was the boldest thing she had ever done other than kiss Liixa in front of her parents.
"Apparently so. Come on! Many worlds await!" Liixa beckons, rushing headlong onto the boarding ramp of the sh
Fear for the FutureRuia just finished putting her six year old Teana to bed. Moments before she was disinfecting her wounds that she got from other children throwing rocks at her before, she was able to calm Teana down by talking to her in a soothing voice and ceased her crying.
She brushed her daughter's hair from her face and kissed her cheek before quietly leaving her bedroom, the older woman sighed as she walked into the kitchen.
There she saw her husband, Djal, sitting at the table with concern on his face as he saw his wife enter. He brushed his short white hair from his face as he looked up.
"How is she?" he asked with worry.
Ruia sat down across from him, "She'll be fine, her wounds should be healed by morning's light."
Djal frowned, "I can't believe they do such a thing to her, throwing rocks at her and treating her like an animal."
"...I can...because their parents encouraged it," Ruia hissed, "they have been treating her like the plague since the day she was born, and now they are training the
Aquel InstanteAtención, esto es:
*Morby (Mordecai x Rigby)
*Nota: Punto de vista de Mordecai (Ahora todo es P.O.V xD)
Pasó tan rápido, solo fueron unos pocos segundos, pero ese tiempo bastó para que mis sentimientos por Rigby comenzaran a florecer, si, lo sé, eso suena tan cursi que ni yo mismo me lo creo. Si CJ me oyera se estaría riendo, al parecer mi temperamento cambia si involucro a mi mejor amigo; en serio que ese momento revolucionó mi mente.
Solo fue un día normal
Trabajabamos, parece imposible de creer, pero había que creerlo. Al mediodía barríamos las hojas que se cayeron de los arboles, no por el cambio de estación, sino por un maniatico que se le dió por hacer una clase de juego, que consistía en hacer caer las hojas y de seguro saltar sobre el montón, y el muy descarado dejó el parque totalmente desordenado. Hacía algo de frío, el
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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